Lyrics
The poor and the oppressed
go wailing in the darkness,
and who,
who hears,
who hears?
The wicked says in his heart,
from trouble I am far
and no one,
no one,
no one hears,
While vileness is exalted
among the sons of men,
they say to no one,
no one,
must we give account
But there is One
whose ear is not too dull
Who gazes on
with eyes a flame of fire
observing trouble and grief,
seeing all that is hidden
as plain
And surely He shall,
repay the oppressor
And surely He shall,
bring justice to the fatherless,
bring justice to the fatherless
While children are crying out for deliverance
and men of the earth oppress without conscience,
of the dawn of the day draws near
When they will see the One
whose ear is not too dull
Who gazes on
with eyes a flame of fire
observing trouble and grief,
seeing all that is hidden
as plain
And surely He shall,
repay the oppressor
And surely He shall,
bring justice to the fatherless,
bring justice to the fatherless,
he's gonna bring justice to the fatherless
For the oppression of the poor,
for the sighing of the needy
I will arise, I will arise
For the oppression of the poor,
for the sighing of the needy
I will arise, I will arise
and set them in the safety for which they yearn